and the wind howls around a silent room

for it could not still itself,

shifting its body here and there,

not even stilling at the stop signs,

driving itself into secret crevices and dark cracks,

howling, gushing, like a lunatic,

and yet, not visible at all.

やっぱり、友達がうまくできない。やりたいだが、できない。やりすぎかも。